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Hey you. You reading this. Yes. You're all of these words.

WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF: BEAUTIFUL

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “beautiful” to describe things/people/etc in your writing? Try using these words instead:

stunning

gorgeous

breathtaking

mesmerizing

lovely

beauteous

cute

alluring

charming

dashing

pretty

majestic

ravishing

dazzling

striking

adorable

enticing

captivating

dreamy

astonishing

You guys remember the epilogue slide from Trespasser if Dorian and the Iron Bull are in a relationship?

"On one occasion, Venatori forces ambushed Dorian, who likely would have died... had not an unnamed mercenary band led by a Tal-Vashoth warrior crossed Tevinter's border and mounted a dangerous rescue operation. The mercenaries left a trail of freed slaves and dead Venatori in their wake, enabling Dorian to escape. When asked about the Tal-Vashoth in question, Magister Pavus declined to comment."

"Far from Home (The Raven)" by Sam Tinnesz has the following lyrics in the second verse:

"I'm sending a raven

With blood on it's wings

Hoping it reaches you in time

And you know what it means

Cause out here in the darkness

And out of the light

If you get to me too late

Just know that I tried"

Dorian knew the attack was coming, but didn't have enough time to get himself out of harm's way. In a last, desperate attempt, he sent a raven to the Charger's last known location, knowing that they would probably not receive the message until well after the ambush was over and he was dead. He didn't have time to write much, so he just wrote "Venatori" and his location. And then all he could do was pray to the Maker for the raven to reach its destination in time.

This is the closest he gets to dying, the most successful plot to stop his efforts to reform Tevinter. He's alone, fighting several Venatori on his own, and he's losing. He's tiring, he's out of mana, and he's hurt.

He thinks of the Iron Bull, how Tevinter is still his homeland, but it isn't his home anymore. His home is in Bull's arms, and he'll never be there again. He tries to keep fighting, as long as he can, but he's slipping. The Venatori know it, they've started penning him in, drawing out the last of his power and aiming to neutralize, not to injure. This is it.

And then he hears "Horns Up!" and watches several familiar figures charge his opponents. One of them, the largest, barrels down the cultist in front of him. Dorian collapses, no longer able to support his own weight, but that's okay, because Bull is there to catch him. And he’s home now.

May you wake up to an inbox full of incoherent AO3 comments

don't give up

I reblog because I fear

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Always. A poem from my poetry book LOVE AND SPACE DUST VOLUME II - available WORLDWIDE on Amazon!!

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Beautiful

Ah absolutely stunning~

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